She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go. “I guess I’m not the only one who wonders about your past. Stanley went on, “but there are things— there are stories about Ramage. ‘I have told you I will take Jacques. Enchanted. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face.
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